After our delicious meal at the Chocolate Mill, (click here if you missed that post, you should go see it even if you've already read it, as I've updated it a little bit), it was time for the main event of the day: Lake George.
While summer harvest from the flora (plant life) is bursting with colors and is full of flavor, the fauna around here is not shy of bursting. Even if through the shells of eggs. Life must move on just as seasons must change. The only promise of each season is the arrival of the next. What happens each season is a mystery. This incidence surrounds eggs from our Cayuga and Buff Ducks.
My friend Hiroko is wthout a doubt one of the most talented Japanese chefs I know. Here a few images from a lunch she hosted for Charlie, I, and a few dear friends.